I woke up after very little sleep, up all night shifting and turning, sweating, nerves on edge. I follow my normal morning routine: out of bed, brush teeth, shower, get dressed. The usual. As I adjust my hair in the mirror, I can’t help but stare at my reflection, pondering about what my day is going to consist of, what my life is going to be like after this day, and as I over think it, I feel drips of sweat trailing down my neck, I feel my heart beating faster and faster, blood pumping around my body at an abnormal rate. Blood. Flashes of blood. It’s all I can think about. I can feel my forehead dripping in sweat, almost as if someone had just tipped a class of water over my head. I tell myself to get over it, it’s the least of my worries. I head out the door and get straight into my car, as I’m driving I’m barely concentrating at all, my mind all over the place. I stopped my car at the destination and I sit, again, pondering about how this day, this moment, is going to change my life. I step out of that car after almost twenty five minutes of nerves crushing me down, I walk over to the door. Knock knock. Blood. Sweat. I pinch myself to snap out of it, it’s not the time to be over-thinking. Knock knock. There’s a rustling sound behind the door as it’s being unlocked. I can feel everything going in slow motion, I can feel my heart thumping out of my chest. The door opens slowly. “Hi there,” I can feel guilt and shame through my body as I drip with sweat. My whole body vibrating with nerves. My life is on the line - I can not hesitate. I closed my eyes as I raised my arm, aiming the gun at his head. Bang.

Celia, a retired artist, walked out onto her balcony and took in the ever so beautiful landscape that appeared as the backdrop of her garden - that she has always taken for granted. She decides to dig out her old art supplies and capture the landscape with her artistic skills. She elegantly strokes the brushes against the canvas, leaving a magnificent, colourful replica of the astounding, joyous beauty that she sees on a daily basis, yet, today, she felt the breezy fresh air hug her, giving her much inspiration and aspiration to delve into her younger, artistic years.